Page 60 of Switchin' Lanes
“Party in your room?” Kicks smirks.
“Yeah, and you’re not invited.”
He grabs his chest, feigning hurt. “That cut deep, bro.”
“You’ll heal quickly.” I laugh, turning and walking back to my room.
“Thank fuck. I’m starvin’,” Diesel says when I walk back in.
“Did I make you work up an appetite?” I wink at him.
“Hell yeah, but I could go for another round.” He smiles.
“And I’m the insatiable one?” I chuckle.
He shrugs a shoulder. “What can I say? You’re delectable.”
“Eat.” I kiss him on the lips. “Then we’ll talk about a round three.”
“I never thought I’d enjoy bein’ told what to do.” He smirks.
“I seem to have that effect on people,” I tease.
“Don’t get too cocky.” He shoots back.
I climb on the bed, sitting next to him with my back against the headboard.
“I’m glad the three of us figured things out,” he says after a couple of minutes.
“So am I. Everything feels right,” I agree.
We eat our pizza and fall into a comfortable silence while watchingBad Boys Twoon Netflix.
